“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?” A career counselor asked my then, 14-year-old self what plans I had for the rest of my life on the first day of high school. At the time, I had already been well established as an eccentric Jack of All Trades, so there I was, pondering the answer to this question but only thought, “Who do I think I am? Where do I go from here?” The counselor saw me struggling to find the words, so he revised his question.
“Where do you want to go to college?” he asked
“NYU” I answered, proudly. I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a living, but I knew I wanted to be far away from where I grew up and even further away from my family, with whom I was butting heads with over everything.
“Ha! Good luck with that!” He responded, walking away leaving me feeling small and dismissed.
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